Chapter 596 Mini Games

As if this was not enough, Lin Fan called Irafren over and asked her to go to the demons.

"Really? Won't they eat me?"

"They dare not. Even if they eat you, Slaanesh can spit you out."

After hearing this, Irafren ran happily to the demons. She had never observed the devil of Slaanesh so closely. The fragrance of her complete soul and flesh made the demons restless. They remembered Lin Fan's order and waited for the third number to come.

This conflict between temptation and restraint made the demons feel painful. Their faces were distorted, and the requirement of not being able to make sounds or movements made them entangled in the chaotic nature under their skin.

Every time they endured the pain, they would be transformed into a pleasant pleasure under the blessing of Slaanesh's power. The more uncontrollable the hunger and desire, the higher the pleasure. In this cycle, they were in pain and happy.

This way they will be quiet for a while. Lin Fan watched Irafren teasing the demon with joy, and turned around to see Fulgrim's indescribable tangled expression.

"I have heard a lot from Chagatai. Why Slaanesh? Why did you choose her as an ally? Are other evil gods worse than her?"

"Slaanesh is easy to satisfy, it's that simple. I can't think of how to unite with other evil gods. Even if I strangle Khorne to death, he will resurrect from the warp the next day and come to cause trouble with an axe. Nurgle and Tzeentch, one pursues eternal stagnation, and the other pursues endless changes. In comparison, Slaanesh's needs are easier to satisfy, a novel experience."

After listening to Lin Fan's explanation, Fulgrim Fugen frowned. He couldn't imagine what kind of experience could make Slaanesh feel new. He looked at Lin Fan with a more and more strange look in his eyes. "Then you're playing a big game."

"Ahem. Don't think too much. In fact, my relationship with Slaanesh is much purer."

Fulgen didn't believe Lin Fan's explanation at all. He shook his head heavily and squatted in the corner with the Emperor's Son, doubting his life. He angrily dismantled the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. It was squeezed into a ball by his disgusting facial features. He didn't spit it out directly, but swallowed it stiffly, with one or two bitter tears in the corners of his eyes.

Fulgen was hit. He was hit by the technology of the Necrontyr, the history of the Necrontyr, and the Slaanesh demons that have now become allies. He suddenly felt that absurdity and sadness were growing in his heart.

A race that is perfect in technology has no soul, and the concept of perfection in soul is also a slave to desire.

What is perfection? Perhaps a low-level life form like him really can't see the end of the truth.

Thinking of this, the angry Fugen stuffed some food into his mouth again. Although his throat was uncomfortable with the sandy taste, he still tried hard to swallow the bad taste.

Of course, Fugen was not the only one who was hit. Perturabo and Chagatai also had some feelings. They looked at the war in the void, stroked the smooth black stone and sighed together.

"I thought that the Golden Age was already an unattainable peak, but I never found that there are people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens. They have experienced a great sleep of 60 million years, and the history of our race is not even a fraction of their sleep time. It's too sad." Perturabo was in a very low mood, but Lin Fan felt that there was nothing to complain about.

"Let's clean up these messes first, and then we will consider these philosophical issues."

Lin Fan was very happy to see the Primarch let go of his obsession after being hit, but he didn't want to see the Primarch fall into a heavy blow and never recover.

"Boy, as far as you know, how would these metal skeletons treat us? If you don't exist." Chagatai asked.

"When they deal with the bugs outside the outer river, they will come to keep you all in captivity and find possible opportunities for their biological transformation. After all, for the Silent King, a colorful and species-rich universe is more worthy of ruling and management."

"Bugs outside the river? Those Tyranid bugs?"

"Yes, most of the Necrontyr troops are fighting bugs on the periphery now, and now those pouring into the galaxy are small forces."

"Small forces? Those seas of bugs that are more numerous than artillery shells are small forces?"

"What else?"

"Alas." The primarchs sighed again, and Perturabo felt that his enthusiasm was much less. He suddenly felt that there was no need to establish the Second Empire, and he didn't want to do anything about human revival. Now he just wanted to find a garden world with beautiful mountains and waters, lying quietly in a chair and enjoying the sea breeze.

"Do you have any memory eraser? I always feel like they've been hit hard." Lin Fan whispered to Trazyn, and Trazyn flipped through his pocket, and a long silver tube appeared in his hand.

"There's no need to clear all this, someone will always remember, but we just need some time to slow down."

"Okay." Lin Fan waved his hand, and Trazyn put the memory eraser back into his pocket with some disappointment. The function of the long silver tube might not be simple.

Because Emperor Amas was bored by the slowness of the Ark Eldar, the wars created by these trade ships and small warships made it difficult for his core to mobilize any computing power. All the pyramids have reached their positions, and although each ship is far away, their weapons are pointed at the damaged battle ark.

The pyramid monitors the fluctuations of the truth on the Ark and prepares conceptual weapons against the fragments of the Star God. The last time they fled in a panic was because of carelessness and the unknown. This time they will not take it lightly and let Amalaja, who used the truth on the Ark, escape again.

As for this news. The emperor looked at Lin Fan quietly. He felt that there was no need to tell this subjective person to cause more trouble.

"Prepare to infiltrate the Ark, the Death Mark troops and the Doomsday Ark are ready. Once the Eldar stagnate their offensive under the counterattack of the War Ark, we will intervene."

The secret order was transmitted to Rotaros. He was ready and could be transmitted to the War Ark at any time.

"It's like returning to the good old days of the War of Heaven. It's really good."

Rubbing the Star God bayonet on his arm, Rotaros and the Immortal Legion of the Executioner felt supreme glory.

The Necrontyr was standing by and watching. Iverene knew that this was Lin Fan's credit. If it weren't for his existence, the Death God Army would never be able to sit on an equal footing with such a powerful Dynasty Emperor.

The situation of Bjetan and Iyan on the Ark was not as good as the Necrontyr said. After becoming the chosen one of the God of Death, Iverene had a special connection with the dead souls in the wraith network.

Rogal Dorn, when the rebellion ended, his brothers died and were lost, and he also fell into deep depression and loneliness, and then disappeared.